High on a snow covered mountain
From her throne she looks down at the clowns
Who think youth can be found in a fountain
High on the wings of her rhythm
She will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes

But she´ll never dance with them.
And in smoke filled rooms of electric sound
A legend is built around the snow queen
You may believe you´re a winner
But with her you will soon bite the dust
And discover you´re just a beginner
You may not think you´re a loser, but in midair
You´ll be hung while you trip on your tongue
And it´ll only amuse her
In the morning haze you are frozen there
Caught in the icy stare of the snow queen
No my friend, she doesn´t want what you´re selling
Go my friend, there must be a place you can hide
And into the night you´ll fade, knowing
You lost the game and just how she got
Her name the snow queen